When the time comes to go to Hospital there is no mad panic making sure we have everything, it's all in the car and ready, all we have to do is put our shoes on and leave.
There is £10 in coins in the clovebox for parking, and £30 cash in my wallet for whatever
surgically limpeted to my boob.
Nah, this is the way to do it...my 4 year old son knows it off by heart and pulls me up on the slightest mispronunciation
I speak for everyone when I say.
Eeeeeeeeeeeeeh.
Will the title change to holy crap im a dad, in which we hear about the rollercoaster journey of parenting with madmike86
No seriously congrats!!!!
MadMike'86holy crap people were in Labour!!!
Wish us luck!
MadMike'86holy crap people were in Labour!!!
Wish us luck!
holy crap people were in Labour!!!
Wish us luck!
holy crap people were in Labour!!!
Wish us luck!